Chapter Thirty-Eight

Calm seas do not make good sailors

“What the hell, Sir?” I had just gone through the most embarrassing physical exam in a public place anyone might dream up and now my clothes were gone? I didn’t want to blame Conner but I was angry, and scared.

I should have been humiliated as well but I was over-humiliated. My brother had examined my ass in front of a stranger and a man was still in the bathroom probably listening to us. I had no clothes now – and I was inside of a shopping mall, in a MENs bathroom, with no way to leave. The thought that anyone could walk in at any time and see me like this pressed home like a hammer blow and I was freaking out.

The only person who had been in the bathroom besides us was the black man and he left when Conner brought me to the stall.

I don’t know if you have ever had anything stolen before but there is a period where you are in denial about it. I did it when they broke into our car and took everything as well. You keep looking at the spot the item was supposed to be in, as if it was a dream or a mistake, and that the item will be there when you look again.

Conner wasn’t amused. “Get your butt plug in and I will go get Ted and see what we should do.” He almost sounded authoritative in his instruction. I knew he was just as worried as I was that we’d both be in trouble and he thought it was best I wait here – so I offered no argument, but I did not snap to follow my brother’s order either.

Under the circumstances I didn’t see why putting the butt plug back in was important. This was a “time out” situation from the game we were playing as far as I was concerned.

“GET your butt plug BACK into your BUTT and go STAND with your nose in the corner and your hands on your ass cheeks until I get back – IS that understood?” Conner was surprisingly forceful and full of clarity this time.

I was very surprised at my brother’s resourcefulness and taking charge of the situation. I was always the one who did that when things went wrong and Mom and Dad were not there.

I nodded in agreement with his decision but pouted. I reluctantly began to return the plug to my ass. I couldn’t go into the mall naked – I was stuck here until someone brought me clothes.

I mean, even a crummy place like this has to have SOME mall security right? How was I to explain why I was doing this if someone walked in? I wish he would let me hide in a stall but I was too afraid to argue!

“You will say ‘Yes Sir’ to me – you are not to take that plug out, except with express permission and only when something else needs to go in or out of that ass. That is the rule – do you understand, slut?” Conner was not angry, nor was he imitating Ted poorly like before. He was speaking very clearly to me.

“Yes Sir,” I hurried the plug into my asshole and scurried over to a corner on the far end of the bathroom. I placed my hands on my ass cheeks and waited for him to leave. I would give him the respect I was supposed to and he actually made it easier to do when he talked like he was in charge.

Conner told me to stand up straight and assured me that he would hurry.

I did as I was told. I may sound like a broken record when I say this but having to do what my little brother tells me to do is one of the hardest and most humiliating parts of this. I could have just told him to fuck off like Savannah might have but I have always been the type of person who follows rules and the rule was – he was in charge right now.

I would do what he told me until he gave me a reason to disobey or overstepped the bounds and technically he hadn’t. It was just so damned hard to do for him!

He has such a nasally, sarcastic voice and nerdy demeanor and I’ve seen him as my snot-nosed little brother for so long that calling him Sir and doing what he tells me seems taboo – like I shouldn’t have to listen to him and yet I do.

I was very aware of the silence once he left the bathroom. I could stop holding myself straight with my tits pressed against the cold tile. I had my nose and knees firmly planted against it as well and my hands behind my back – palms flat against my ass cheeks.

Conner would never know if I did – I didn’t have to stay like this and it would take him at least ten minutes to find Ted. I continued following my brother’s order telling myself that it was safer than getting punished when they got back. Conner had never seemed very forceful before – I contemplated how he was handling the emergency and my thoughts started to drift and reflect on all of the things I did today.

I had started the morning naked and I was still naked. I could hardly believe today I had ran a race against my cousins and Aunt in the nude, sucked my first cock, went into an adult novelty store, and it was still probably only 7:30 PM.

“I suppose you think this is very weird, huh Sir?” I was getting flushed just thinking about what I had done today. I heard the man cough and occasionally fart, so I knew he was alive. I could hear him rustling the newspaper as if reading it intently.

He said nothing. That was just as well – I didn’t want to invite further humiliation by encouraging the man to come see what I was doing.

I wasn’t supposed to move and who knows what he might do once he realized what a vulnerable position I was in.

I was tempted to just start masturbating myself right then. I have to admit I was having very dirty thoughts. You know the old cartoon about Dudley Do-Right, the Mountie who rushes to save the pretty damsel from Snidely Whiplash-the mustachioed villain in the top hat?

He usually ties her to the train tracks and she cries out for a hero to come to her rescue?

I was feeling like that damsel right then, but strangely aroused at being in this predicament. The man in the stall would never know and after everything he’d heard – I am sure this wouldn’t surprise him if he caught me masturbating myself.

I waited another full minute contemplating the risk versus the reward. I wanted to get off and touch myself very badly. I was getting consumed with a horny feeling as the cold tile rubbed against my naked body. I had been a good girl all day and earned over 700 dollars. I hadn’t spent it on anything frivolous like earlier and I had earned a little “me time”.

That is what I told myself.

Then again – I should not be getting turned on by any of this and if Ted or some stranger catches me in here I am going to get punished.

The thought of the risk – without actually getting caught made my knees buckle. It was decided at that moment. I took one hand off my ass and began to finger my clit. I pinched it and tickled it the way I had the cock I sucked when I used my tongue. I wet my fingers with my spit and began to quietly masturbate myself.

The t-shirt guy had stopped being horny after he got off. I told myself I could focus on what I needed to do once I came. I gave myself permission to orgasm. I needed permission at this point in my way of thinking and I justified the need.

I had taken my other hand off my ass to pinch my nipple and began to fantasize.

“I shouldn’t be doing this” I whispered to myself but I already had begun playing with myself. I am not the kind of naughty nymphette who can’t stop touching herself. “I am in a men’s bathroom for gosh sake!” I whispered to myself but I hadn’t stopped rubbing my breasts and getting aroused with my own fingers.

I want to say this was a panic-induced reaction to this situation. The times I had played with myself before this discipline began I was safe, alone and stress-free. This was the EXACT opposite of those conditions and yet I could not stop myself.

I wasn’t sure what to fantasize about. The mental images in my mind weren’t doing any good. I was horny and feeling naughty but if I wanted to really cum then I needed to imagine something hot, because my mind was blocking me from doing more than teasing myself with my touch.

“What is wrong with me? I don’t normally feel horny and naughty?” My rational side questioned my motivations but I continued feeling myself up anyway.

I should have been thinking of soft-scented candles by a fireplace with a perfect guy on a fur rug. I felt bad that this did nothing for me but I had always believed that that was romantic.

I went over the way I had sucked the man at the store off in his dirty, dingy office and he had used my mouth and then ignored me. It seemed a little raw and naughty but it didn’t turn me on.

I thought about the Buckman and my first day there. I was walking again through the trailer park with my bra and panties on. I was walking TOWARDS the quarry; where I whipped off my clothes and put a braided leather band, with turquoise and a single feather, on my head.

I began to “Wha-wha-wha-wha” like an Indian chant from the movies and while I visualized that I started to pull my clit hood up and down in time with the chant.

I was being chased by first a few boys, then it became a dozen. They chased me through the woods and I could imagine the clay from the quarry on the bottom of my feet as I raced past trees and boulders. I fell and scraped my knee – they were closing in on me.

I put one finger in my pussy and began to push up and hook it, so that it hit a particular spot that seemed to really turn me on, while I brought the fingers from my tits to stimulate my clit.

The sexual experience intensified and my ears turned red as the blood rushed to my head. The boys were closing in on me and I would be caught. They were wearing cowboy hats and leather chaps like my cousin’s and big grins, while they approached me with their lassos and lariats.

“Please don’t tie me up, Sirs,” I begged. Even in my fantasy I had to say Sir, or I had become so used to it that now I was saying it in my thoughts.

They did not listen to me. They took me and I did not struggle. They pulled my legs wide apart and bent me in half; so that they could tie my left leg to my left wrist and my right leg to the right wrist.

They told me I would satisfy every one of them with each hole on my body and then I could be set free.

I told them that was fair; but please, would they spare my village. What village? I clearly needed backstory for my fantasies and in this one I had a village I was trying to save.

“Mouth fuck that squaw,” they shouted and they began to close in on me as my orgasm started to intensify. I could feel it – I was so close to a heart-felt total release of sexual energy that I could not stop.

A man dressed as the Lone Ranger pushed his way through the throng of cocks that were in my face, all over my body and inside me. They were all big cocks and they slapped me with them. He looked familiar, but I could not see his face under the mask he wore.

“Let this squaw alone,” he demanded they cease touching me; but I did not want to be saved right then. I wanted him to let them continue just a little bit longer and THEN he could save me all he wanted. This was after all a fantasy and I was in no danger.

He came close and kissed me on the lips. It was Ryan! He removed his mask and declared his undying love for me. “I will take you away from this place and make you a respectable woman,”

“No sir,” I begged that I did not need saving. “The great spirit is angered. I gave word to white-men that I would satisfy in all ways or they may take my village!”

“Nonsense,” Ryan assured me he was there to save the day! Although he seemed less than capable once his mask was removed and the redneck trailer-boys around him did not fear or respect him at all.

“Wha-wha-wha-wha,” is the last thing I remember chanting as the scene faded from view. I had been SOO close to orgasm, and I was soaking wet, but I had not had that intense rush of pleasure I had been seeking at the maximum threshold – the one that would clear my thoughts and level me out. The one that would bring me to peace and rock my world.

The moment I realized I had not achieved total orgasm, and would not, is when I heard my chant being repeated to me, “Wha-wha-what-the-fuck are you doing, slut?” it was Ted and he was not a happy camper when he saw me.

I was completely lost in my little world and totally caught red-handed mid-playing with myself. I had been telling people I shamelessly played with myself so much the last few days that I finally actually did it AND GOT CAUGHT, just the way I said happened when pretending to be an over-sexed slut who needed punishment.

It was at that moment I began to wonder why I hadn’t been tempted to HIDE in the stall instead of tempted to masturbate while standing in a corner, but hindsight is 20/20.

Ryan, Conner, O.J., Crystal, Lloyd, Nelly Jr., and Savannah were all standing behind Ted, with goofy smirks on their face. Nelly Jr. was so small he had a habit of blending in and not being noticed – but I saw him staring up at me with a wry grin like he was about to say something smart-alecky.

“Crackers be crazy,” and he shook his head with amusement.

I don’t know where to begin to describe my own emotional reaction to this. I had just abruptly stopped an orgasm-soaked fantasy where I was getting treated like an all-holes gang-bang slut and I had never thought about anything like that. I was being taken – hunted and passed around and there was danger.

I shouldn’t like danger should I?

I was a good girl who didn’t seek out dangerous situations. I had been told to look both ways before crossing the street, don’t talk to strangers, always wear reflective clothing at night – and yet there was something about that situation in my fantasy that made me want to return to it and find out what happened next.

There was also something about being caught by the family mid-stroke that scared me and yet at the same time – had some of the same elements of danger. I was bewildered by the feelings pumping through my body and brain and had to consciously choose to not return my finger to my clit.

“This has been a mind-fuck of a day and a half,” Crystal started to defend me, “let the girl have a little time to herself,” but she stopped mid-way through her plea when the buzzer in her ass told her to stop talking.

“You fucking bitches are here to learn to say please and thank you,” Ted clarified, “learn to be respectful and if you are getting off on this, then you missed the point!” Ted normally said things like this when we were at the Car Wash; but I think he had blurred the line between the game we were playing and what he was really teaching us so much that he no longer saw the difference.

“How long have you been watching Sir?” I probably shouldn’t have asked that as my first question, but I was caught red-handed. I sounded innocent as if I didn’t realize what I had been doing was wrong but everyone knew and they looked at me in disbelief that I had asked this question.

I started to realize I had what might be called a “Wizard of Oz” fantasy. This is where you go to another world and the people you know become the character’s in your story “and you were there…and YOU were there Auntie Emm!”.

“Was here long enough to hear you murmur Ryan’s name and sing like a little Indian-bitch while you frig your piss-flaps. This is exactly what you were NOT supposed to do – do you know that?” Ted stood back from me and chastised me for what I did.

I had no excuse and I had no explanation. Everything I wanted to say sounded like an invalid excuse. I wanted to say “You left me alone in here and I didn’t know what else to do?” and I wanted to clarify that I was not fantasizing about Ryan but he had been the hero in my fantasy. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings but I also did not want to lead him on, because the hero in my fantasy only stopped things before my mind could take me there.

Crystal and Savannah were grinning most of all at me. “She sucks one dick and suddenly she has gone masturbation-crazy!” Savannah mused.

They were wearing the short white tank tops tied up to reveal their mid-section. The neckline had been cut downwards so that it showed plenty of cleavage. The words “Top Bitch” were on the front of Savannah’s chest in bold black letters. She was wearing the ass-less chaps; and now she had on 5 inch-spiked heels that clicked-clacked against the tile as she carefully walked in them. Savannah had a pink leather collar, with fake diamonds, like a cat or small dog would wear around her neck. There was a plastic yellow butt with the number 2 on it next to a red dick with the number 5 on it around her neck.

My Aunt and Lloyd were dressed the same except their shirt said “Bitch in Training”. Lloyd had fake bewbs under his; and his make-up had been touched up since we last talked. He had an adorable pink ribbon in his hair and he was smiling like this was the most hilarious thing he had ever done in his life.

I noticed the man in the bathroom stall was gone. He must have left while I was lost in my erotic self-masturbation fantasy. He couldn’t have been the one to steal my clothes – could he? I started to go over the timeline in my head as my fantasy and self-induced ecstasy faded. If it wasn’t the black guy or Conner – who had my clothes?

“May I put on a shirt sir before someone else comes in and sees me naked Sir?” I asked Ted meekly. I knew I was in trouble and now after the initial gratification of playing with myself had passed – I felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over me like a soggy wet blanket I had to wear.

“Why?” Ted giggled. “There were two dudes in here staring at your ass when we walked in. They thought you had gone fuck-crazy and I had to tell them you were my niece and I’d deal with it.”

I didn’t want to believe people had come in and I hadn’t noticed, but everyone else was nodding it was true. I had totally been absorbed in my own little, twisted, personal fantasy world, so it was definitely possible I wouldn’t have noticed them.

What was wrong with me? I had pleasured myself and justified it as something I should do because I was panicked? Maybe I really was just a horny, confused slut.

“Does this mean I am to be punished then Sir?” I already knew the answer to this question, but my nature is anal-retentive and I wanted to confirm why he wasn’t letting me get dressed yet. I didn’t want to be punished – a small part of me was hoping Ted was going to say we didn’t have time or I already learned enough of a lesson from this.

“Fuck yeah,” Ted shook his head I was certainly in for a punishment – just as soon as he could think of something fitting.

“Does this mean you will punish me in front of my parents?” I realized the deal was to be a good-girl for Ted and I clearly had been a bad-girl.

I needed to hear it from him to mentally prepare myself for the reaction of my father. My mom knew I was being punished and over the last few days it had been introduced to her little by little. She had no idea the extent of what I was doing though and my Dad would probably flip out, even more than my mom if that was possible.

Ted and O.J. looked at each other with a big grin on their face. I think my mentioning the question sounded like I was suggesting they punish me in front of my dad. If getting caught playing with myself by Ted and the girls was intense humiliation – I didn’t even want to think about a scenario where my Dad watches me get punished while I admit what I did.

My clit was so soaked in my cum-honey that I felt it leaking down my thigh. I could smell my own sweet-musky pussy smell and I was positive they all could tell but were polite enough not to call me out on it.

“Not tonight,” O.J. smirked. “I got called a few minutes ago and your mom said that she didn’t need a ride. They are staying at a motel in town because they need to get up early. You did make me lie to her though,” O.J. waited for me to nod in understanding before continuing, “I told him you were behaving and I didn’t know you were not going to keep track of your clothes, or stand here and play with yourself in the men’s bathroom like Donger on vacation.”

I wanted to explain how it wasn’t my fault I lost my clothes but nothing I could think of sounded very convincing, so I just nodded in agreement.

“What if you had been wearing your work clothes for tomorrow? You know how expensive that little strip of cloth you bitches call a bikini is worth?” Odd-Jobs asked rhetorically.

“A damn sight more than that little strip of flesh between your legs that you’ve been tugging on and calling Ryan, Oh Ryan!” Ted imitated my moaning. Ryan turned red and couldn’t look directly at me.

“You know this means you are bottom slut, for starters right?” Ted said, thanks to my brother, I would not be losing 50% of my earnings, but it does mean I will be getting 10% instead of 15%. “That 5% is going to Savannah,” Ted pointed out a smiling Savannah was the current reigning ‘top bitch’.

She made a sarcastic show of saying “Yay!’ but I could tell secretly she was very proud to be winning and just hated to admit it.

Current Split: (most recent)

10% Odd-Job’s cut

10% Ted’s cut

20% Crystal’s Cut

25% Savannah’s Cut –Top Bitch

10% My Cut – Bottom Bitch

20% Lloyd’s Cut

5% Conner’s Cut

“Before we punish you,” Ted asked if I liked the shirts. I nodded that I did; and he told everyone to lift theirs up and revealed that in black marker the same thing that was on the shirt was written on their chest. “This way if they have to take their shirt off – everyone will still know they are in bitch training.”

Ted told me to get over to where he was and I quickly moved over to him. This is a very dominant move. He doesn’t come to me – he makes me come to him. I did as I was told and stood there. He told Savannah to write:

I am a bitch and I played with myself so now I am being taught to behave

“That’s too long sir for those little tits,” Savannah suggested.

I play with myself and flash in public

Ted told her to write that on my back and settled for Bottom Bitch across my boobs. Savannah’s penmanship was much better than Ted, but I think there was also something psychological about his playing favorites and letting her feel a little power over me.

“Finally,” she teased, “I have a bottom bitch now!” and gave me a friendly pat on the butt.

“You got lucky,” Ted told me how lucky I was. It was funny- I had been told how lucky I was twice tonight and both times I didn’t really see it that way. “You could have had to walk around as bottom bitch in front of Michael tonight,” Ted pointed out my father would probably not have enjoyed that. He was right - that was lucky. I had dodged a bullet, but for how long could I keep doing that?

“You are lucky I don’t make you sleep in the living room with Maw-Maw tonight,” Ted laughed that the smell of her nightly emissions would be punishment enough. She had been at our trailer for a few days and I had wondered if she slept on the couch. She almost never moved from it.

“I will sleep on the floor if you want me to sir, I am so, so sorry. I know I did wrong!” I hadn’t wanted to cry earlier, when my brother was shaming me, but now that it was starting to hit me that I was such a disappointment I did. I thought I had been a good girl and yet I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing and the clothes were stolen without me noticing. My brother bore some responsibility for that, but I was hardly going to try to get him in trouble to save my own hide. I was ready to accept whatever Ted decided was fair.

“I should make you sleep in MY bed tonight,” Ted demanded and I noticed him look over at Crystal to see her reaction. I should say that while Ted held all the cards and could shock her ass anytime he wanted that he still knew not to push things too far. The unspoken look on my Aunt’s face told him that was TOO far. I couldn’t quite explain that dynamic between the two of them but there was a check and balance that gave me a little comfort.

I was actually looking forward to hearing what was in Ted’s green notebook that might further define that even though with Ted – it probably wasn’t in my favor.

“I am just kidding of course,” Ted corrected. “You will, however, earn back the cost of your outfit tomorrow. That was Savannah’s clothes and you lost them.”

I agreed to that and Savannah stared at me with a hint of mischief on her face like “That’s right! You sure will.” She wasn’t angry at me but she was enjoying the thought of my dressing down because it meant she wasn’t getting one.

Ted often alluded to the notebook of rules he had been crafting and I believe that was his attempt to codify those unwritten rules so we were all on the same page about them. I just wondered if he would finish with them before the weekend was over.

“You sucked a dick tonight – did you like the taste of cum on your tongue?” Ted asked me with a perverted delight at my new experience.

I didn’t want to answer his question. I wanted to put on some clothes because at any moment mall security or someone could come walking in. “I didn’t really get that much of a taste of it. I didn’t mind it I guess, Sir,” was as truthful an answer as I could give. It was more humiliating to have to suck it out of a stranger for money, than it was unpleasant to taste.

“Then tonight you’ll get a better idea of whether you like it or not and be able to tell people tomorrow when I ask you whether you love it or hate it,” Ted looked at me up and down for a reaction. My heart was racing, but I stood there in acceptance of his judgment. He continued, “You will ask every man at the dinner table tonight to come with you to the bathroom and cum on your food – that includes Lloyd.”

Lloyd brightened at that, but then looked at me being miserable and took the smile off his face.

“You don’t think that is fair?” Ted asked when he saw my look of concern.

“Is being bottom bitch, losing 5% of my future earnings for now and having to eat cum in my food for one meal my entire punishment Sir?” I wanted to clarify before I answered – I had been listening carefully.

“You are right,” I hadn’t told Ted I thought it was or wasn’t, in order to be right, but he continued, “You probally need a more immediate reminder of your place. Stand in the bathroom stall with your legs apart and raise your hands above your head to touch either side of the stall.”

His voice was so strict and his attitude so justified that I thought only of complying with his orders. In the moment it didn’t strike me to even question his authority in any way. It was as if I felt completely bound to the agreement we made even here at the mall and tremendously guilty for committing what I knew was a selfish violation of the rules.

Ted had me stand in an “X” position in the stall I had gone to the bathroom in. Conner had never told me to flush, so there floating in the bowl was my little turd-nugget and piss. Ted instructed Savannah to use a hair brush from a purse Lloyd was carrying and give me “Twenty Pussy Spanks, so I’ll remember not to touch myself without permission.”

TWENTY? I was spanked all day on the tits and ass but rarely on the bare pussy and I knew how hard this was going to be. I had gone through the five stages tonight I think.

1. Horny – I played with myself unabashedly

2. Justification – I gave myself reasons I should do this even though I knew I should not.

3. Shock – I got caught mid-orgasm and flipped out – disbelief I was caught/hope it was a dream or part of the fantasy instead.

4. Shame – intense shame and disgust at myself for doing it – regret

5. Acceptance – I knew I had to be punished for this and expected it.

I know the real five stages of grief are denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance but these were Ellen’s five stages tonight - ok?

I didn’t want to be spanked but I actually saw no other outcome that made sense. I would have to be brave and take what I had coming – even if I didn’t like the bitter pill I was going to have to swallow.

I didn’t plead or beg to reduce my sentence. I mentally prepared myself to do what I had to do – like Savannah and Crystal would.

Ted told me to accept the swats the way I am going to in the morning when the car wash starts up. I now knew I would be getting spanked tomorrow for this as well.

I changed my mind – I didn’t want this! I wanted to plead that someone might walk in, but I knew Ted knew that; and he would probably try to sell them a front row seat to my humiliation.

I should have been thanking my lucky stars. I was given a reprieve from confronting my parents about what I was doing – but I was also about to accept a humiliating spanking to my crotch - people I now considered family and that was sending shivers of guilt down my spine.

“Right up the middle then,” Savannah delivered the first strike between my legs directly on my pussy lips without an ounce of sympathy.

I wasn’t ready for it, but I thanked her afterwards and counted it as one. I could beg and plead all I wanted too but it had begun and now I would have no choice but to endure the sentence for my transgression. I tried to bravely endure my beating.

“No,” Ted instructed me again, “the way you are going to impress me tomorrow at the pool when you get spanked for what you did tonight. Tell us what you did wrong and all that.”

Was I not being good enough to just endure this? He wanted more? The bastard! Fine – I would do what he wanted.

Savannah gave me a second hard strike directly across my pussy this time with the flat of the brush.

“Thank you Ma’am?” I wasn’t sure if I should be calling her Ma’am, but no one corrected me. “I appreciate you spanking my pussy. I count that as the first because I didn’t respond properly on the other one. I am a ..”

Savannah didn’t wait for me to finish before hitting me a third time. “Thank you Ma’am for number two directly on my slit! I played with myself in the nude when my brother left me unsupervised in the men’s bathroom at the mall,” it sounded SO completely naughty when I said it like that.

I have to admit that the flat of the paddle against my clit and saying these dirty words was having the opposite effect of their intention; and I was getting even more turned on than when I had been alone.

“You know what?” O.J. was delighting in my punishment with a big shit-eating grin, “we should call her Chicken Lips!”

Ted asked him, “Why?”

“Chickens don’t have lips,” O.J explained that my tiny-pussy was just a slit with the hint of a clit-hood sticking out.

“Good point,” Ted took him seriously and instructed my brother, “Conner, go and write ‘chicken lips’ just above your sister’s cunt!”

The word cunt sent shivers down my spine. It is the most vulgar word besides ‘nigger’ that I knew. I had been called one and told I had one a few times since this all began, but this time the word definitely stung my ego.

Conner diligently followed orders and produced a sharpie to write the words above my trembling bald mound. He didn’t have to say he was sorry – I knew he felt bad for me.

“Your new name for the rest of the night is Chicken Lips,” Ted told me while my brother wrote the words above my pussy. “What is your new name, cunt?”

“Chicken Lips, Sir!” I answered diligently while awaiting my punishment with arms raised above my head and my legs wide apart.

“Thank your brother for leaving you a reminder of your new name,” Ted was being a sadistic asshole – a role that suited him well.

“Thank you Sir,” I looked Conner in the eye to let him know that I forgave him. “You are a good brother for reminding me of my name.”

WAP – Savannah was not to be denied her chance to let off some pent up frustration on my pussy. “Thank you Ma’am, that was number three,” I continued on with Ted and O.J.’s barbs and Savannah’s swats. I had to give my confession of masturbating through the next few spanks and I was starting to sweat and flinch spasmodically with each new torment.

“They always close their legs as if that is going to do them any good,” O.J. kicked my legs apart to touch the foot of the stall on either side. “Keep them apart, or I’ll cuff them to the stall; and we’ll come back in thirty minutes to start over.”

He didn’t seem to be kidding and strangely that excited me as well. “Thank you sir, I will do my best not to try to avoid punishment. It just stings so badly,” I was gasping for air.

“Don’t give me that shit,” Savannah wasn’t believing me, “I hear splosh on that wet cunt every time I strike between your sugar-lips.”

“It’s true Ma’am, thank you, that was number eight,” I gasped for air. I wanted to reach down and shield my clit, but they would have started the count over.

“Reach down and touch your clit,” Ted told me. I couldn’t believe it and I think I smiled. “Pull your clit-hood out and up so that Savannah has something to swing at.”

I did as I was told and stopped smiling. The next hit made me dance and hop up and down, but I quickly returned to position.

“So tell us about that fantasy,” Ted had heard me say something about fantasizing. “The one you were so deep in you didn’t see anyone come and steal your clothes or watch you frig yourself.”

I wish he hadn’t asked that. I couldn’t think straight while the whipping of my pussy was happening and it was making me recoil from both the pain and the fact that I was creaming myself at the same time.

“Please will you spank my tits for a while instead, please?” I pleaded, my eye makeup running down my cheeks.

“Tell us the fantasy and I will think about it,” Ted told me “I know Ryan was in it. I am sure he’d like to hear it.”

“Please?” I begged but added, “Please Ma’am spank my pussy harder so that I learn never to make this mistake again. Please spank me!” I pleaded.

I thought perhaps if I could put on a good enough show of contrition and desperately beg for punishment they may forget they wanted to hear my fantasy.

The door opened and an older man wearing glasses walked in. He took one look at everyone standing around me naked and walked right back out again without a word.

Crystal was the first one to giggle and the others did too. I almost smiled, but Savannah made sure to hit me right “Between the split of your cunt,” and Ted insisted I continue with the fantasy while pulling my clit back out every couple of swats.

“I tried a few fantasies Sir,” I admitted truthfully. “I replayed sucking that man’s cock at the t-shirt store in my mind but it didn’t do anything for me,” I admitted truthfully.

“Then I went back to when Savannah and I played Cowboys and Indians with Lloyd and Conner when I first got here.”

“In-YUNS you rich bitch,” Savannah gave me a hard smack and tried to tell me how to say Indian her way.

“Inyuns Ma’am,” I pronounced with a bit of a squeal from the pain that radiated deep into my pussy and had me doing a little bit of a dance before getting back in position. I said it her way without complaint, “Thank you for another swat. That was fourteen. Please make them count, Ma’am.”

Her spanks on the pussy took my breath away and buckled my knees as my lips turned puffy. Ted lamented I had an ‘inny’ like Savannah and didn’t have big fat puffy pussy lips like Crystal. “You can GRAB ON TO THEM and motorboat,” he rotated his face back and forth like he was licking a giant pizza-sized pussy and growled. I could tell Ted was getting horny as I told him about how I stripped naked and was being chased by strange boys.

“Did they catch your dumb ass?” Savannah prompted me to continue talking about my fantasy-story, while delivering another painful blow to my clit.

“Yes Ma’am, thank you! That was sixteen!” I wanted to hop up and down due to the intense pain, but they made me keep my feet flat and my hands straight up and out at 45 degree angles to touch the stall walls. “I was thinking naughty thoughts and it’s only right that I have to admit all the embarrassing details openly,” I muttered. My nipples were so pointy and hard now that I could literally feel their weight on my exposed breasts. The black rubber ring around my tits had been engorging and inflating the breasts slowly and every shot from Savannah was sending me over the edge now.

“Don’t give me any of that car wash shit,” Savannah smacked me again with the hair-brush across the tits and then on my pussy to warn me not to talk like she was one of the customers. The thing was – it did feel like they were making me tell them what dirty thoughts I had in my mind to shame me. I suppose the simple Occam’s razor of the matter was they just wanted to hear a dirty story or had no greater purpose to making me talk about it, but I didn’t think about that in the heat of the moment.

“Savannah,” Ted reigned in his step-daughter to control her temper. He mused condescendingly, “That only counts as one spank. I will tell you if her tits need a good swatting.”

“I fantasized that they did catch me and tie me up,” I continued my confession while acknowledging that double-tap was seventeen. “They were going to have their way with me.”

“Oh, La-dee-daa,” Crystal smirked when I said ‘have their way with me’. “You make getting gang-banged sound so fancy!”

“Hey, as long as most of the people are consenting – it is majority rules, right?” O.J. made light of my situation as well.

“At the last minute Ryan showed up to save me,” I gasped and thanked my cousin for the eighteenth swat to teach me to be honest and accept what I did wrong. That I was a naughty slut who should not have been playing with herself when unsupervised.

Gah! My pussy was slippery and wet and my nipples were hard as I sweat out this punishment. I would need to drink some water – my body was producing so much moisture on the outside and inside that I didn’t know how I could keep doing it – I was totally soaked with my own pussy juices too.

I wasn’t enjoying the beating and humiliating admission of wrong-doing but my body wasn’t going to allow me to do it without getting juicy and sending mixed-signals of pleasure with the mental and physical pain – even if I asked it nicely and concentrated on rainbows and ponies instead of the dirty bathroom and the naughty things I had been thinking.

“Ryan?” O.J. teased his nephew, “Why did you go and spoil all the fun?” he was joking menacingly that he would have rather my fantasy go unabated and I get pounded with as many cocks as I could take.

Ryan didn’t look at me – he looked at the ground in embarrassment at the mention of his inclusion in my fantasy, while the rest of the family jeered him that I was thinking about him while I played with myself. I couldn’t stand to say why I wanted him to leave me to the baying wolves of the trailer park in the fantasy – it would make me look like I really wanted a gang bang and would have made them think I really wanted it.

This was just a fantasy after all! It didn’t have to MEAN anything, did it?

I have met many perverts in the last week – was I one of them? Did I like rough-sex with strangers? I had never had it – how could I?

I am not one of THOSE girls – am I? The dirty sluts that we pretend to be at the car-wash? I might have just been over-stimulated and over-thinking things. I am Ellen Tinkle, honor roll student from Cherry Lawn High – not Ellen Stinkle bottom bitch of Fuckman Acres Trailer Park - am I?

Granted – I had submitted to every grueling humiliation thus far and continued to serve obediently, but I had ulterior motives – not just the silly fantasies of a teenage girl!

I didn’t want to hurt Ryan’s feelings by letting him think I fantasized about him. I also didn’t want to lead him on by letting him know I did. I felt he probably doubted me and thought I was just a lying slut.

“Ahhah-owie!” Savannah delivered the 19^th swat and demanded I tell her more as I almost collapsed from the pain in my pussy. I would like to say that it was only painful but behind the throbbing hot pain, I could feel the tingles of excitement continuing to build. “That was all Ma’am, I didn’t have time to finish the fantasy! That was nineteen. Thank you for preventing me from enjoying it!”

She grinned at me and winked. This was all part of a game to her! I was breathless and panting, while my body’s auto-erotic nervous system sent shivers down my spine and tremors through the rest of my body to compensate for the pain she was delivering to my crotch.

“One more,” Savannah asked Ted if she could deliver it to my “Stinker” instead of my pussy.

“Do what you are told to do, you little bitch” Ted rejected her request and she sighed with a shrug before giving me a whopping final swat to the pussy.

“Thank you Ma’am, that was twenty swats to the pussy.” I said after I quit my little pain dance and got back into position. “I am so thankful Uncle Ted let you beat me there so that I would learn not to play with myself and you made me tell my twisted perverted thoughts to the family! It has,” I wanted to rub myself to sooth the pain, but I resisted the urge and stood in place.

O.J. started a slow golf-clap and the rest of the family joined in. “Very good Chicken Lips,” he told me to use that same intensity tomorrow and we’ll make even more money.

“Good thing too! I want to get to fucking Applebees!” Ted tossed one of the new tank-tops at me and told me to stretch it down over my ass. He also handed me a matching pink collar with the number “1” on a plastic jelly tiny penis and a big fat zero, around where the hole of an asshole would be, on a plastic butt hanging from it. It was my share of profits – 10%!

I thought we were going to Outback, Sir?” Crystal questioned his decision and reached for her ass defensively as if that would stop his buzzer.

He held her buzzer in his hand menacingly and then smiled and winked at Crystal.

Once she dropped her hand he buzzed her lightly. She winced at him but almost smiled, like she knew he was teasing her playfully. They had a relationship that my mom and dad would never understand – nor did I really.

“The plan has to be changed,” Ted told us that we’d see in time.

He set out some shiny white shoes for me. They were the tallest heels I’ve ever worn. 5 inch spikes and thankfully they had a strap I could buckle around my ankles so they didn’t fall off. I had to practice walking in them a bit before I was ready to follow behind.

He gave me some time to wash-up and pull the tank top down as far as it would go. It covered my pussy, but in order to get the extra length in the front I had to reveal almost half of my lower ass crack.

“Good thing the fucking mall security here is half-asleep and half-perverted wanna-be cops, or you’d definitely be spending time in mall-jail,” Savannah grinned at me.

“You went from having the longest skirt, to being bottom bitch and having no skirt!” Ted observed. “I better test that butt plug to make sure it is still working,” he sadistically gave me the lowest shock and made me flinch as I walked out of the bathroom with the family.

“I better test it again,” he said and he repeated this through the food court and all the way out to the parking lot every thirty seconds or so.

It didn’t hurt, but it was obvious to anyone who saw me that there were buzzing sounds coming out of my asshole and the jerking made my shirt-flip up. The crack of my ass was already partly visible – and now it was obvious to customers and sales clerks that I had nothing on under the skimpy white-tank top.

I tried to wave meekly with a smile when they laughed at me but inside I was red-faced. I think walking with Savannah and Crystal dressed like me and Lloyd actually dressed like a girl was a double edged-sword.

We got more attention because we were all dressed more ridiculously slutty than anyone else but at the same time – it made it easier for me to do it because they were doing it as well.

This mall is filled with rednecks and trailer park sluts. There are black people in stretchy pants and I saw a whole family of Mexican women from the grandmother down to the youngest in pink short-shorts with white lettering like “Juicy” on the butts in revealing sequin tops saying “Meda meda!” as they walked the length of the old mall.

They wanted attention – I didn’t. I mean not really did I? I guess on some level it was kind of funny but for the most part I was mortified I was actually doing this. I could never have walked through the Cherry Lawn Regal Mall without security kicking me out – but long before that someone would have probably come told me to leave or cover my butt!

Ted would buzz my butt anytime I pulled the bottom of my tank-top further down to cover as much of my bare-ass as possible so that I couldn’t. He laughed and the rest of the family knew he was just playing with me.

Old men whistled and looked at me longingly the most. I felt like a choice cut of prime USDA meat being passed in front of hungry wolves at times – they looked so hungry.

Yet, even with as many attention whores and people who just wouldn’t know any better to dress more conservatively – we stood out and received stares and finger-pointing.

Crystal told someone gawking, “Take a picture – it will last longer,” as we passed them.

I thought Ted would shock her for her insolence, but instead he stopped us and asked the person if they had a cell phone. He offered to take their picture with his “Wife” and the old man goosed Crystal – which caused big laughs.

Even Crystal giggled playfully when the man pinched her butt and said “Cuke!” while Ted snapped the photos – it was kind of funny

I was amazed we got away with this behavior here – and wondered, had we been in Cherry Lawn what reaction we might have received. There were perverts everywhere and there were also prudes.

I don’t want you to think all of the people at Buckman mall were totally supportive and open minded.

I heard “You fucking whore” and “That bitch thinks her ass is so fine,” about my clearly wearing no bottoms. This was mostly from women who seemed to consider us beyond the pale.

I think Savannah, Crystal, and Lloyd actually enjoyed upsetting the people who seemed disturbed by how we were dressed.

“You would think they never saw a woman in a skimpy outfit before,” Crystal whispered in my ear in between shocks from Ted. “I was really impressed with how you took that spanking in the bathroom. How are you holding up?”

I was about to tell her I was doing just fine and thanks for asking; but she used the opportunity to get right up next to me to shout “CUKE” and, holding out two-fingers like scissors, jab me in the butt to make me jump the way she had for the photo.

When everyone laughed Crystal jokingly blamed Lloyd “Lola put me up to it!”

My Aunt hugged her son with a big smile at the good-natured joke.

I busted out a laugh as well and pointed my finger playfully at her “payback is a bitch!”